Her shoulders kissed the noonday sun
The crystal clear she found herself in became a conundrum
Freedom, terror... the exquisite ecstasy of falling, falling
The car got hit by a cat
Forever at peace
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:54 PM UTC
Her shoulders kissed the noonday sun
The crystal clear she found herself in became a conundrum
Freedom, terror... the exquisite ecstasy of falling, falling
The car got hit by a cat
Forever at peace
This was the result of a little exercise... three people each wrote a line of poetry, then passed it to the next person... I extracted the lines that I had written then switched object for subject, and voila. Nonsensical but a fun way to write nevertheless
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